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[Today is a special day to Gokudera.
17 years ago he was born to Lavina And her husband, on a stormy Italian evening, just a bit after five o'clock [17:09 Lavina would correct, proudly ruffling her son's hair.], his mother used to tell him that he was a very quiet baby, so quiet she was afraid he'd turn to be deaf, she was really too early to worry since by five Gokudera already earned his neighborhood nickname; Hurricane Hayato: explosive, competitive and rowdy.
Gokudera sits on the couch in the student's lounge, a package by his side, he's reading what seems like a 98,437 page novel [It's really only 22 pages long], his mother sure loves to write - he sighs and turns the other page.
"I hope you're doing good on your studies, study hard, make your father proud." He winces and snerks at that line, who'd want to make that asshole proud, he can just go to hell, all he cares!
"I bet you made a bunch of friends!"
"Don't forget about your recital, I am very excited about it!" At that he gets a shiver up and down his spine, feeling a bit of cold sweat sliding down his face.
He shakes his head and folds the letter to continue reading later.
He'll just sit back and chew on his mother's home-made Torrone, on a table infront of him his mother's present and a picture from her latest concert.
{{OOC:: feel free to bug him/congratulate him, since the obvious!}}
17 years ago he was born to Lavina And her husband, on a stormy Italian evening, just a bit after five o'clock [17:09 Lavina would correct, proudly ruffling her son's hair.], his mother used to tell him that he was a very quiet baby, so quiet she was afraid he'd turn to be deaf, she was really too early to worry since by five Gokudera already earned his neighborhood nickname; Hurricane Hayato: explosive, competitive and rowdy.
Gokudera sits on the couch in the student's lounge, a package by his side, he's reading what seems like a 98,437 page novel [It's really only 22 pages long], his mother sure loves to write - he sighs and turns the other page.
"I hope you're doing good on your studies, study hard, make your father proud." He winces and snerks at that line, who'd want to make that asshole proud, he can just go to hell, all he cares!
"I bet you made a bunch of friends!"
"Don't forget about your recital, I am very excited about it!" At that he gets a shiver up and down his spine, feeling a bit of cold sweat sliding down his face.
He shakes his head and folds the letter to continue reading later.
He'll just sit back and chew on his mother's home-made Torrone, on a table infront of him his mother's present and a picture from her latest concert.
{{OOC:: feel free to bug him/congratulate him, since the obvious!}}